Chapter 1191

She said, "how can you see the golden hair in her eyes? Don't believe what I said. Think about it carefully. Either you give up what you have now and stay with your wife every day, so that your brothers will die slowly, or you'll wait to see with your own eyes that Yang xingxia sleeps until your wife's day. Oh, yes, there's another choice, that is, you can kill Yang xingxia, but. Do you think you have the strength? With you and Zhao Ji, I'm afraid it's impossible to take Yang xingxia's life in front of Yang Shou's tomb? "

"What if you want him to die!" Zhang Xuan held his arms high, and the purple light gathered at his fingertips. This is the precursor of the cohesion of the demon sword.

After comprehending the spirit of Mie characters, Zhang Xuan used a magic sword, which was very different from before.

When the blonde woman saw that Xianlian had appeared and her goal had been achieved, she turned around and ran, leaving Yang xingxia to Zhang Xuan.

Yang xingxia obviously didn't expect the blonde woman to run so decisively. Looking at Zhang Xuan's purple sword, which was condensed by his fingertips, it began to fluctuate because it had affected the surrounding air. We can imagine how terrible the purple sword of Zhang Xuan's fingertips was.

In Yang xingxia's heart, there was never any idea of fighting to the death. One second after the blonde woman turned around and ran away, Yang xingxia also turned around and ran away.

"Can you run away?" Zhang Xuan's eyes were cold. In his eyes, Yang xingxia is already a dead man!

Zhang Xuan forced his finger down, and the sword on his fingertip was magnified countless times. A huge purple sword with a length of three feet chopped behind Yang xingxia.

"Help me!" Yang xingxia can only shout for help.

"Zhang Xuan, you are presumptuous!" Yang shouts and raises his sword again.

Zhao Ji once again bullied himself, offering sacrifices to Bai Dun and resisting Yang Shou's tomb.

This time, with the touch of Zhang Xuan's dead hand and the purple sword, Yang xingxia, who has reached the condensing gas level, will be destroyed.

Yang Shou's eyes were red. His sword was sharper than before, but it was still blocked by Zhao Ji. This was the last time that Zhao Ji was able to stop Yang Shou's tomb.

The white shield began to crack and crumble, but it was like a natural danger, completely blocking Yang Shou's tomb.

Seeing that the purple sword has caught up with Yang xingxia, with only one touch, the descendants of Xixia will die out completely.

Yang shoumu's face began to become distorted.

Zhao Ji turns to look at Yang xingxia, who may vanish at any time. With a sigh, he takes the initiative to scatter the crumbling white shield and let Yang guard the tomb.

The descendants of Xixia can't die yet, once they die. I'm afraid that Yang shoumu will go crazy! That consequence, is Zhao extremely does not want to see.

In front of the light shield scattered, Yang shoumu sword straight to Zhang Xuan, sword sharp.

At the critical moment, Zhang Xuan can only accept the move to resist Yang Shou's sword.

Previously, with Zhao Ji's help, Zhang Xuan could not fully feel the power of Yang Shou's sword. Now, when he really faced Yang Shou's tomb, Zhang Xuan only felt that he was surrounded by a sharp edge in all directions, and this sword seemed to strike his soul. I can't even find a way to resist. It seems that no matter how I do it or how I hide it, I can kill myself with this sword.

Zhang Xuan's heart was flat. The purple sword cut out again and went straight to Yang xingxia.

The sword of Yang Shou's tomb is in front of Zhang Xuan, and Zhang Xuan's sword also appears in front of Yang xingxia again.

In the blink of an eye, Yang shoumu can kill Zhang Xuan with one sword. As a result, Yang xingxia has to pay his life for it.

At the critical moment, Yang Shou's sword turned and cut off Zhang Xuan's sword.

Zhang Xuan also retreated rapidly at this moment.

The purple sword dissipated in the sky, and only a few of them met Yang xingxia. But even these few people let Yang xingxia fly out, vomit blood, pale and seriously injured.

Looking back at himself, Zhang Xuan also had numerous cracks on his clothes and dense wounds on his skin. These small wounds brought him unbearable pain. With Zhang Xuan's resistance, he sweated on his forehead and kept sucking cold air.

Yang shoumu looks at Yang xingxia, who is seriously injured and pale, and has fainted. He is shocked. Regardless of Zhang Xuan and Zhao Ji, he carries Yang xingxia in a coma and leaves quickly.

As soon as Yang Shou left, Zhang Xuan vomited blood.

With Zhang Xuan's strength, even if he was swept by the sword. For him, it was unbearable.

Zhao Ji looked at the tower in front of him with a heavy face.

Outside the Xixia mausoleum, Yang Shou's tomb, carrying Yang xingxia, turned into a phantom and left quickly.

The blonde woman hid in one side. When she saw Yang Shou's tomb leave, she came out with a happy face and took out the phone. "It has been solved. Zhang Xuan used Xianlian in the mausoleum. Xixia inheritance has been completely unsealed. Loulan's media has been on him and has been unsealed. Now we can arrange people to come here."After the blonde woman finished, she hung up the phone, took a proud look at the direction of the entrance to the mausoleum, and then left with a happy face.

At the entrance of the underground palace, Jiuju naturally can't let these gushing auras go. Soon, the aura at the entrance gradually dissipates, and the aura in the underground palace begins to become thin.

Zhang Xuan sat on the ground with his knees crossed. Although Yang Shou's tomb had already left, the sword's Qi left in Zhang Xuan's body. Still vertical and horizontal, keep tearing Zhang Xuan's subcutaneous muscles.

"You are good to heal. I will protect the Dharma for you." Zhao Ji stood in front of Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan nodded and closed his eyes. He didn't want to do anything. He was determined to let Yang Shou's sword Qi out of his body.

A sword in the extreme!

How can it be so simple that it can be called an extreme state.

Zhang Xuan had already entered the spirit of Fu, and he was a strong man in the spirit of Fu with the help of a word, but he still spent more than ten hours. I just managed to clear the sword Qi in my body.

When Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, the underground palace was already full of nine innings. Zhao Ji stood in front of Zhang Xuan all the time. Until Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, Zhao Ji took a look at Zhang Xuan. Meiyu is a little anxious. There are still many things waiting for him to arrange, but he promised Zhang Xuan to protect the Dharma. He will wait for Zhang Xuan to wake up.

Zhang Xuan slowly stood up from the ground and vomited a mouthful of turbid gas, "what's going on outside?"

"Yang xingxia didn't die, but he seems to have lost most of his life, and his tendon is broken." Zhao Ji sighed. "I got the news that the man next to Yang xingxia is from the atavism League. This time, the atavism League is fanning the flames. It may be aimed at you. You have to be careful. "

"It's a pity." Zhang Xuan didn't care about the atavism League, but he didn't kill Yang xingxia, which really made him have a knot in his heart, "what are you going to do here?"

"This is where the inheritance of Xixia lies. Yang Shou's tomb will surely come. On judgment day, everyone will come. Let's see. Now the situation is too chaotic." Zhao Ji shook his head. "I have something else to do. You can help yourself."

After that, Zhao Ji strode away.

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